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"On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have spread quilts. We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am Lying there, first we were sitting up, then one of us lay down, and then we all lay down, on our stomachs, or on our sides, or on our backs, and they kept talking".

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".... ,but everyone nodded and spoke, and even might talk short times,.."

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"...the water trickling the right forearm and the peeled-back cuff, and so gentle a sound, first an insane noise of violence in the nozzle, then the still irregular sound..."

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"There was still daylight, shining softly with a tarnish, like the lining of a shell; and the carbon lamps lifted at the corners were on in the light, and the locusts were started, and the fire flies were out, and a few frogs were flopping in the dewy grass, by the time the fathers and the children were out.

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"They are all around in every tree, so that the noise seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once."

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"The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near."

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Jacob Hollinger: Tranquil-“Content, silver, like peeps of light, each cricket makes his comment over and over in the drowned grass

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Jacob Hollinger: Tranquil-“Content, silver, like peeps of light, each cricket makes his comment over and over in the drowned grass

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"The noise of the locust is dry, and it seems not to be rasped or vibrated but urged from him as if through a small orifice by a breath that can never give out."

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"These sweet pale streamings in the light lift out their pallors and their voices all together, mothers hushing their children, the hushing unnaturally prolonged, the men gentle and silent..."

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"A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt; a loud auto; a quiet auto: people in pairs; not in a hurry..."

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"Daylight shining softly and with a tarnish, like the lining of a shell" "The stars are wide and alive, they seem to smile of great sweetness"

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Gracefully, trees in the yards, good friends, daylight shining softly, fire flies were out, so gentle a sound, gentle, happy, peaceful

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"Meantime from low in the dark, just outside the swaying horizons of the hoses, conveying always grass in the damp of dew and its strong green-black smear off smell, the regular yet spaces noises of the crickets, each a sweet cold silver noise threenoted, like the slipping each time of three, matched links of a small chain."

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Hollow iron music, iron moan, bleak sparkling, joy of fear, Within the edges of damp shadows

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"All my people are larger bodies than mine, quiet, with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds.

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"These sweet pale streamings in the light lift  out their pallors and their voices all together --."

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"...and it has become that time of evening when people sit on their porches, rocking gently and talking gently and watching the street and the standing up into their sphere of possession of the trees, of birds hung havens, hangars."

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"Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved,

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"People go by; things go by. A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt."

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“They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all in particular, of nothing at all.”

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"The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near."

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" Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and, those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved, in that home: but will not, oh will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am